Life
according to the Barbed Wire Babes is always undoubtedly about the horses at RHO. When we are not
riding, we are doing something horse related together like Rodeos and/or Expos
or short trips to tack shops and TRACTOR SUPPLY…. Lord, how we love Tractor
Supply! I am still trying to figure out when I made the transition from Saks Fifth Avenue….
Nonetheless,
evening trips are what we do best. After our day at the barn, we usually
end up at some eatery or fast-food joint where we can discuss the day’s events
and laugh at ourselves.
Every
once and awhile we get the brilliant idea to do a road trip…like a spur of the
moment, spontaneous, same day road trip. Piling into Sue’s car
after a long day’s ride is both grueling and hysterical at the same time. Sue
managed to plan the event en route to our western pleasure
adventure like a finely trained guide at the United Nations.
..
Just a side track here….Let me explain, however, the circumstances on planned,
purposeful trips vs. spontaneous group tours…
Sue
depends on plans… if you make them, then you had sure better stick to them or
she will wreak havoc in your life… unless of course you’re dead.
Dead
already ….or not quite dead yet but close to it ….is pretty much the only
excuse for cancellation or variation from any and all plans made by or
with Sue…
Death
trumps changing plans on Sue. So yea, it’s go with the plan or die.
Donna….Donna
is ok with changing plans. As long as Sue agrees and as long as the
change in plan has nothing to do with changing the time, place or means
of transportation to carry out those set plans….
Sharon… Sharon is ok with changing plans... Just let
her know where and when…As long as Bob is home to care for her 127 dogs,
occasional stray furry something and the collection of caged pheasants in a
pear tree….not to mention scattered children…
Me,
on the other hand. I just go with the flow and frequently change plans,
hence the death threats, the scars and the “are you going to show up this time
or bail” comments…. OK, I deserve it, I know.
Keep
in mind here; I am the only one who lives 55 mins away. My crew all lives
up in them thar hills of Sussex
and are just a shot away from all the hillbilly festivities.
OK...
enough of that…
The
spontaneous, spur of the moment excursions are always the best… as was the
Malibu Rodeo
This
rodeo is great... the venue is very comfortable. The area is really
pretty and we know most of the vendors and the participants… so it’s like a
relaxing, entertaining evening with old friends from the horse industry in our
area.
But…
the most important part of it all… if you ask Sue… is… the food is good!
Writing
these blogs takes a lot of memory power. In choosing my topics, I find it so
easy to pick a specific event or time where we had an exceptionally good time
as there have been so many… BUT… if I don’t do this right away, the pieces of
the puzzle become a jumble of single instances, so, I depend on my cowgirls to
fill in the blanks! Jogging their memory of events is a challenge.
If you put us all together… you will get the full story! But, one thing
we all and always remember is the food. If the food sucks, we’re not
going back! Collectively, we do remember that the food at this
Rodeo was good. Burgers, hot dogs, lemonade and french fries to die for…
we’re in! The plus to that is the food is priced well. So, going back for
second helpings is even better!
The
Rodeo was packed. Parking was an issue. However, if you ask any of
us, parking is ALWAYS an issue. Let’s just say….we do whatever it takes to
insure a safe, geographically convenient location for quick entry and exit…no
matter what. Some secrets of our parking obsession will remain that…
secrets. 100% of the time, we will always… ALWAYS secure prime real
estate when it comes to parking.
We
LOVE cowboys. Love ‘em. We don’t care the shape, size, ethnicity,
age or otherwise… we just love ‘em. Of course, IQ is a prerequisite
though, along with puberty. .. come on, we do have standards...
Like
a beam of sunlight hailing from the heavens... there he was…. The most
outstanding specimen in a cowboy hat we’ve seen in a while… flagging us down to
park across the grassy knoll far from the crowds… This particular cowboy
sported a huge…. belt buckle as well as arm muscles that could bench-press a
Clydesdale…
but
in Donna’s favor… he was of the “darker” persuasion… Just as she loves…
OH
MY… LOOK AT HIM… LOOOOOK AT HIM!
Whoa
girl….
Sue,
in her infinite wisdom and desire to park close… drove up and said… HI, I’m
sorry to ask this but do you think we could park by the entrance?? Our friend
has a bad knee and can’t walk too well…
Donna…
with her leg propped up in the back seat across my lap and in the midst of a
hot flash, rolled down the window and through the drool said… HI, I’m sorry; I
really can’t walk that far….
LORD
what we won’t do for attention…
With
a HUGE bright white teeth smile and a tip of the hat said “Sure ladies, follow
me and I’ll show you where”
OH HELL YEA..... We followed that swagger right to the front of the line!!!
OK
COME ON… it’s not so bad…. How many of you people tell a little white lie now
and then??? Plus Donna was in love….yikes... what we do for love.
SO…
close to the gate and eyes on the cowboy, we assisted our all but crippled
cowgirl out of the car and she continued to hobble into the venue….making a bee
line for the french fries…of course, stopping for a photo op and one last look
at our tall, dark cowboy!
Sue,
in her motherly fashion, climbed to the top of the bleachers first so we could
have the support of the back rails and a birds-eye view of the show and the
entire row for urban sprawl!!! Equipped with plush, extra-large towels, draped
8 feet over the seats of the bleachers to insure our comfort as well as
cleanliness, Sue called our names and assigned our seats….
Oh...
the seats….Sue, Donna, Michele and Sharon… Sharon on the end… always…
The
crowd filled the seats….. and filled... like a herd of cattle stomping up the
metal steps, but we were secured in our perfect seats… until…
Tell
me… why? Why is it that no matter how good the seats are… someone with me will
undoubtedly get the largest person in the place RIGHT in front of them??
Usually the case with me, but not this time… tonight it was Sharon’s turn…Sharon, all of 5’3 and about
110 pounds if that
Now,
I’m not the kind of person that criticizes, judges or dislikes anyone for their
physical appearance, mental state of mind or ethical beliefs. Appearances are
only skin deep. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt… and too each
his own.
BUT….this
was bad. I have to say… why... WHY did the LARGEST (width) woman dressed
in the scantiest of clothes have to scan the bleachers and choose to make the
climb right in front of us? Better yet, RIGHT in front of Sharon.
Yea….
Like she was thinking... yea... I’m going to sit in front of HER…..
Now,
that wouldn’t be so bad... but did I say that this day was probably the hottest
on record? Sweat dripped from our brows just sitting….
We
all weren’t quite sure if the stench was coming from the arena…or each
other…but we quickly found the source….
Needless
to say the day goes down in BWB history as …
“How
was the Rodeo??”
“It
Stunk”
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